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I closed my eyes and leaned back as he slowly entered me. “Faster,” I urged. I was wet as a river. “I’m not going to break.” My need for him was desperate, and I didn’t want to be treated like I was weak.

He took me at my word and pushed all the way in. “Fuck, Angel.”

I couldn’t contain my moans. Girls who said size didn’t matter hadn’t experienced a man with Zane’s girth. The stretch and sense of fullness when he pushed all the way in was something I’d never experienced before.

“So fucking good,” he grunted as he began sliding in and out.

The countertop was hard and cold beneath me. I grabbed his arms for leverage to move with him and amplify the pleasure of every thrust.

“You’re so wet,” he said as he pistoned his hips. “Such a tight pussy, so fucking perfect for me.” One hand was behind my ass, and the other cradled my breast and teased my nipple.

His dirty talk ramped up my desire. Would it do the same for him? I wrapped my heels behind him, pulling him, and tried it. “Fuck me harder, sailor. Harder.”

If the expression on his face was any measure, it worked. He powered into me, a bundle of tense muscles, sliding out and surging in more powerfully. His eyes focused on the bouncing of my boobs every time he thrust.

I angled my hips to grind my clit against him with each stroke. In no time, I was teetering on the edge of my climax, doing all I could to hold it off and make this last. I struggled to form the words. “Fuck me like you mean it, sailor.”

His hand left my breast and found my clit.

With his powerful thrusts and his thumb on my clit, I didn’t stand achance. My orgasm crashed over me, ecstasy splitting me apart as the waves of pleasure rolled over me.

He held me through my contractions.

I was weak, but determined, and pushed at his shoulders. “Take me from behind.”

He backed out, confused.

I slid down, turned, and faced the counter, and locked my knees. I put my hands on the edge and leaned against it. “Now let’s see how much you can get my boobs to swing.”

In the mirror, he got a view of my dangling boobs, and I saw the grin I wanted. He entered me again and soon had my boobs ricocheting all over. His moans and grunts increased rapidly, and the cords in his neck stood out in the mirror as he got close.

When I reached back between my legs and cupped his balls, he thrust into me two more times, then held deep with a long, guttural moan. “Holy fuck, Angel.”

I felt the pulses as he emptied inside me.Holy fuckwas right. This experience had been something else.

After showering, we dressed in clean clothes, and I even applied lipstick and mascara. We emerged from the bedroom to a few sly grins and a scowl from Zane’s boss.

Lucas made a deliberate show of checking his watch, but I didn’t care.

CHAPTER 31

“On to logistics,”Lucas announced. “You, Duke, Yates, and Terry take Peyton to the eagle’s nest. I’m taking Constance and Jordy with me to convince the three stooges to talk.”

I nodded, wanting to question them myself, but I knew staying by Peyton’s side was infinitely important. “I want Pete on protection as well.”

Lucas scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t know.”

“I do. He needs it, and I need him.”

“Okay. It’s your team. Call me when you reach the nest.”

“I’ll need the location,” I reminded him.

“Follow Yates.”

Before we’d reentered the house, Lucas had decided the eagle’s nest was the code name for the new safehouse location. And he’d only discussed it with Yates, of all people.

Lucas was paranoid that the bad guys could have planted bugs in my house, and we couldn’t afford a security lapse. The Strangler had taken us by surprise with this direct attack, and we wouldn’t underestimate him again.